Secluded Beach

Photo Credit :​Footy and Foodie

‘This doesn’t seem secluded.” Bridget’s eyes see a lot full of cars. 

“Maybe the beach is bigger than we think.” Bill can’t believe the hour drive ends here.”Let’s go look at the ocean and those stars. Brighter than any where on the coast!”

“Yeah, that’s what a website said. Isolated too. Let’s get it over with.” Brigdet uses her total waste of time voice.

The edge of the parking lot leads to a trail that snakes down a sheer cliff. The Sun plunges into red waves below.  Soft lights illuminates the way.  The surf calls out and draws like a magnet. A soft breeze sings in a low voice.

About halfway down Bill reaches to touch Bridget’s right arm. “Down there.  See the candles. There’s got to be fifty people in that circle.” 

“Bill, we are out of here! I don’t want to know and don’t want them seeing us either.” Bridget stops in her tracks.

“Too late.” Bill points out the circle changing shape.

Written as part of a challenge calledflash fiction for aspiring writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-20-2017/



Wordle #160 – First Impression

Wordle #160

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1. Mundane

2. Neat

3. Vent

4. Spine

5. Wrapper

6. La gaudiere (n.)) the glint of goodness inside people, which you can only find by sloshing them back and forth in your mind until everything dark and gray and common falls away, leaving behind a constellation at the bottom of the pan—a rare element trapped in exposed bedrock, washed there by a storm somewhere upstream.)

7. Nudge

8. Partial

9. Tentative

10. Backwards

11. Oppose

12. Smile

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

The partial smile nudges me backwards. I’m tentative as my spine wrestles with mundane neat looks oppose to it being a wrapper. My mind vents thoughts of la gaudiere. The guy must be a sham.

Geoffrey’s Rounds

Geoffrey watches the morning light turn to harsh noon.  The shadows fade away fron the stately halls.  Tapestries with rich colors retreat to washed out halls.  Distance voices race down halls. The tours are starting again.

His pale face and hollow eyes dim.  The children bring a challenge to his type.  The adults look past him and sometimes walk through him.  Time changes things for the living.  Today will be tomorrow for Geoffrey again.

“Hey, I think I see a ghost!” a high-pitched voice rises above the crowd.

Geoffrey waves and smiles. The adults never understand the kids reaction of wonder and fright.

Written as part of a challenge called flash fiction for aspiring writers . Details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-13-2017-2/

Thank you MajesticGoldenRose for our photo prompt this week!

Imaginary World

I weave a tapestry

Sounds of glee 

Priceless trinkets 

Precious memories 

They cover many walls 

Imaginary battles won 

Maidens and Dragons dance 

Treasures of what’s once important 

Dreams cling like spider webs 

Each waiting for a meal 

Glories within the mind 

Times when I acted in thought 

They gaze down upon me  

Hundreds of scenes 

They were once so real 

The world of fantasy

pulls stronger than reality 

Imaginary place that I built 

Hope’s garden of Eden 

Eternally shining


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Sweet as Nectarines – Wordle

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1. Blood

2. Despair

3. Woman

4. Seek

5. Seclusion

6. Willowy (adj.) Lithe, graceful, slender)

7. Beaten

8. Aware

9. Nectarine

10. Scaffold

11. Wolf

12. Mimeomia ((n.) the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”)

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

Moon beaten, a willow woman leaves her seclusion. Inside her blood beaten by despair induces a walk to the scaffold. Self aware of the will es surrounding her.  They see her mimeomia as sweet as nectarines.

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Time Shadows

Time left me still 

Details have subtly faded 

The cold light of then, now shines

Like rid yourself of ghosts 

What if it’s you there’s no belief in

Memories are gilded cages 

Feelings cling Like cobwebs 

Their sticky threads still have teeth 

To purge the light is the only cure 

Creating shadows that obscure sundials 

Time uses distance against me 

I’m robbed of judgement 

Memories fill feelings into missing parts

Was the you, you back then? 

Or has me changed whom I was too?

Impression

What impression have I made?

Have I left a mold for precious metals?

Footprint squished into a riverbank?

Did I choose wax or steel to cast from?

Will I be lucky enough to be a fossil?

Will the next storm wash me away?

Time is no test man passes 

Is an anonymous legacy, a legacy at all

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Inside Thoughts

I wantto take your breath away.

I watchyou move completely 

My mind locked on every part

My eyes flash to keep up

Your body converts to road map

Some curves are far more dangerous 

At least in my view from here

You’re an addiction wanting to hook me

I linger on thoughts of being emerged

Wordle – Scrawny Thoughts

Week 154

1. Pile

2. Smart

3. Pâro ((n.) the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder.)

4. Vicarious

5. Mash

6. Nasal

7. Disagree

8. Witch

9. Shed

10. Primitive

11. Wedge

12. Scrawny

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

My thoughts a vicarious pile of disagreeable cash.  There’s a witch called Pâro. My head smarts from the primitive wedge pushed into my nasal cavity. The shed were scrawny thoughts of unproven wait to be spoiled in front of everyone. 

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Bitter

I seeth

           Water meets hot grease 

My sharp words dig 

                         But you’re 

                                Except when asked

Why I’m bitter? 

          It grows slowly

Then completely

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